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My Sister's Friends

by Piper

mc; ff+; fdom; mast

Most people think that the captain of a cheerleading squad is bitchy, and they're probably right. My little sister's a captain but she's still in middle school, so she's more bratty than bitchy. I'm not looking forward to her moving to high school, though, because she probably will become a real bitch. But I've only got two more years of high school left anyway, so I won't have to put up with her for long.

Really the only perk to having a cheerleader sister is that she has cheerleader friends. I swear that at least twice a week my house gets filled with the hottest middle schoolers I've ever seen. They don't have all of the same curves as some of the girls I've got my eye on in high school, but they're much more here. And it doesn't hurt that they prance around in their little skirts, and practice splits and kicks in our backyard. The best day of my life was when they finished swimming in our pool and decided to do a routine in their bikinis.

Not that my sister lets me hang around when her friends are over. A brat, like I said. So I have to peak out of the windows, like I'm some kind of troll living in a cave. Sometimes I get lucky if they stay inside. A couple of times I've been watching TV and the whole gaggle of little girls converged around me. Whenever that happens I completely lose track of the episode as I try to take sneaky glances at the girls' legs. If they're in their uniforms, they have some kind of briefs on under their skirts so they're not as conscious about potential upskirts. Long story short, I now tune into the Disney Channel whenever the squad is around, hoping that whatever crap is on will catch their interest.

Things got a lot more interesting for me when I picked up a spy camera from a novelty store at the mall a couple months ago. The thing is disguised to look like a pen, or well, it is a pen, but with a camera in the top half. The video is pretty crappy, nowhere near HD, but what can you expect from a camera that small? There's a dark circle cut out above the pen's clip, which to me is pretty obviously a camera lens. At a casual glance, though, most people probably wouldn't pick up on it. That pen has spent a lot of time on my sister's desk when her friends are over.

I've caught some pretty good video if I do say so myself. Twice so far the entire squad stripped naked in my sister's room to change into their swimsuits. More often I've seen them with towels wrapped around themselves, or in just their underwear, when my sister organizes a sleepover and they are getting ready for bed. The camera resolution isn't good enough to make out pussies, and their nipples are just a couple of pixels, slightly darker than the rest of their chests, but that hasn't stopped me from offering gallons of cum in tribute to them. I know it's all technically creepy, but the only time I really feel creepy is when I see my sister stripping. No one wants to see that.

Today it's pretty hot outside and my sister had cheerleading practice after school. I'm really hoping that she's going to bring friends home and this will be my third chance to see the girls changing into bikinis. I set up my spy camera on her desk a few minutes before I guessed that she would be home. Almost on cue, I hear my mom pulling into the garage. I listen hard from my room but I can't hear the normal chatter of a dozen 13-year-olds. Maybe my sister didn't invite anyone home with her today. Brat.

SisterSomething's going on downstairs. That's more than just my mom and my sister. Finally I can't take it anymore and I leave my room. When I'm halfway down the stairs, three girls round the corner to start coming up. My sister, Kendall, is in the front. She's still dressed from practice, her blonde hair matching the gold stripes running across her blue cheerleading outfit. It's sickeningly cute. The surprise is that the two girls– hot brunette twins! –are not from her squad. In fact it doesn't even look like they're from her school. They're dressed in the black-and-orange cheer uniforms of Kendall's biggest rival.

Last year my parents took me to some cheer competition that Kendall was competing in, to see if her team would make it to the state competition. The Trojans, Kendall's school, barely beat out a black-and-orange team. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, the twins may have been the co-captains of that team. Not that I was really focusing on who was leading that team. I was more concerned with the orange cheer briefs that flashed out when the girls did high kicks.

“Hi,” Kendall says with a little smile as we near each other on the stairs.

“What's up, bimbo?” I ask, using the nickname that I had given her when she became a cheerleader. My parents had forbidden me to use it.

“I'm just gonna hang out in my room... with my new friends,” she answers, gesturing to include the twins following her up the stairs. Weird that her smile didn't drop when I called her a bimbo.

I shrug and continue past them downstairs. I can't just turn around and let them know that I was only coming down to see if any hot girls were about to get naked upstairs. I chat with my mom in the kitchen for a few minutes. She's about to leave again to do some errands. Good news, if any sexy middle school twins go out to the pool, I'll be able to spy on them from the windows without worrying about getting caught.

As it turns out, they don't. I spend the afternoon watching TV on the couch (Disney Channel) and waiting for something to happen. Kendall doesn't usually like to stay inside the house, let alone cooped up in her room. When dad and mom finally get home for dinner, the three girls come downstairs. We all eat dinner together and I notice that Kendall is a little perkier than usual. She also keeps glancing at the twins whenever someone asks her a question. She must be really desperate to impress them, although I don't know why she cares what another team's captains think. I leave dinner a little early to retrieve my pen from my sister's desk.



Kendall's room is pixelated but the sound is pretty clear as she walks in with the twins and closes the door behind them. The three girls stand a little off center in the frame, in an open space between Kendall's bed and the far wall. That's usually where the prime stripping happens. I cross my fingers and hope the twins have matching bikinis.

“Was I good, mistress?” Kendall simpers as she looks into the eyes of one of the twins.

“You were very good, Kendall,” one girl says, stepping close. The other twin moves around behind my sister, like sharks circling a seal. “No one noticed anything.”

“Thank you,” Kendall pants. Her eyes are unfocused. She looks like she's well past stoned.

“That guy on the stairs?” the twin behind my sister spoke, making the phrase into a question.

“My brother,” Kendall says, twisting her head to address the girl behind her.

“He called you a bimbo,” the other twin prompted. My sister turned back to face forward, eager to tell the girls what they wanted to know.

“He calls me that sometimes, mistress. Since I joined my squad. His grades are a lot better than mine too. He says it to be mean,” Kendall says, although judging from her dazed expression, she is not particularly hurt by it.

“It wouldn't be mean if it was true,” one twin suggests. “We've never had a bimbo friend before. Would you like to be our bimbo, Kendall?”

“Yes, mistress,” Kendall says breathlessly, like a little kid wanting to please an older one.

“Will you be nice and stupid?”

“Will you be wet and horny?”

“Will you be slutty for us?”

“Will you get knocked up for us?”

“Yes, I promise, I will, yes,” my sister babbles as the twins alternate their questions.

The girl standing in front of Kendall suddenly lifts up Kendall's little Trojans skirt. The rival captain slides her fingers under the side of Kendall's cheer briefs. The twin behind Kendall stands right against Kendall's back so that she stays in place. It looks like that twin may be fondling Kendall's ass even as her sister fingers Kendall.Sister's Friends

“Kendall,” the front tween began. “Do you remember what we started talking about when we found you after your practice today?”

“Yes mistress,” my sister mumbles. “The Trojans... shouldn't have won... last year... because we're all... just stupid sluts.”

“That's right,” one twin coos. “We're friends, aren't we, Kendall?”

“Yes, mistress,” Kendall's glazed eyes relax.

“And you'd do anything for your friends?” the front twin asks, her hand now humping rhythmically against my sister's crotch.

“Of course, mistress,” Kendall says earnestly, her eyes still unfocused.

“Good girl,” the twins say in unison. The one behind my sister keeps talking, directly next to her ear. “That app we downloaded onto your phone? On the way home? You remember that? Good. We need you to show that to everyone on your squad, okay? Then we can all be friends.”

“Yes, mistress,” Kendall murmurs obediently.

“And once you're all our friends, I'm sure you'll be happy to let us win state this year.” The front twin pulls her fingers out from Kendall's cheer briefs and wipes her fingers clean across Kendall's chest. The rival captain adds, “Go lay down on your bed.”

My sister walks over and stretched out on her blanket. One twin follows and pulls Kendall's skirt, cheer briefs, and panties all down to her knees. The other twin walks over to the desk. She reaches across and her hand flashes back into view a moment later, holding half a dozen pens. The next second, the camera view vanishes in a blur of motion. When it settles, the camera is pointing up at the ceiling, from the perspective of someone laying on my sister's bed. A giant hand reaches over and picks up the spy pen.

“Let's see how many cocks your little bimbo cunt can take,” a disembodied voice says. Another blur of motion, then darkness.

“One...”



The screen is still dark, but the voice on my laptop has reached “six” when I hear a soft noise behind me. I turn and have just enough time to see a blue Trojans uniform before my attention gets locked in place. There's a small rectangle right in front of my face. Kendall's phone. The screen is bright white, although the edges are tinged blue. The white isn't constant, either. It's flickering. Moving. Mesmerizing.

“Was I good, mistress?”

“You were very good.”

“Did you know that he filmed you?”

“No, mistress.”

“Do you like him filming you?”

“No.”

“Do you think he's sexy?”

“No.”

“What are you, Kendall?”

“A bimbo.”

“You're stupid and horny, right?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You'd have sex with anything that moves, right?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You said you would get knocked up. Were you lying to your friends?”

“No, mistress.”

“Then take the phone away from his face and tell him that he's going to fuck you whenever you're alone, until he puts a baby in you.”

“Yes, mistress.”
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